First, let's get the self-congratulatory business out of the way: This marks my 100th posting here at ClizBiz and if I wasn't so lazy, I'd bake myself a cyber-cake. What began as a my own private 'writing gym' has become much more than a place to bench press 10-lb. verbs or outrun dangling participles.
Taking stock of my life today, I can see how this space has provided a forum for some very necessary and often dangerous self-exploration. It is also easy to forget that anyone actually reads it. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I had a food/restaurant column in a daily newspaper. I received some fan mail and the occasional bits of hate mail (my favorite: "You suk!") but seeing the paper on the newsstand or watching it run through the printing press, I was always aware that my words landed on people's doorstep and I had an actual, tangible audience. The proof was right there, in the advertising media rate cards.
This blog is more like throwing personal jewelry into a black ocean - not only do I never know if the trinkets will hit bottom, be swallowed by a fish or be discovered by some wayward explorer, it is actually not even the point. The goal is getting my fingers around something internal, articulating it as a thought and flinging it outward - letting it go whether the world cares or not.
Now then, a bit of irony to enjoy. My latest relationship with Man, came about because he'd read my blog and we began a correspondence. Flash forward four months and it crumbles. He hurts me, I hurt him back via the very same blog and now, we are, more or less, even. (Animosity and bitterness are heavy weights to carry around in 95-degree weather - on this, we both agree.)
Meanwhile, an angel from the Denver blogging community reaches out to me on the exact day when I need it most and invites me out for a night on the town with friends. The triple healing powers of Kath, Karen and Jamie had me dancing and laughing until 4:00 a.m. this morning and for this, I am forever in their gratitude.
All hail the power of the written word.